There is so much inherent drama in the matter of change. Disappointment in yourself and others, coping with the fact that life is essentially shipwreck, becoming a person you yourself could not imagine yourself to be, for good and for bad, and then ultimately there is the basic matter of loss.
Author tours used to have a sense of excitement and pleasure, a sense of occasion. I remember stores having a table with wine and food. It was just a real evening.
In high school, it was very fashionable to be disdainful of the bourgeois suburbs, but I secretly liked them.
I don't think that talking to anybody can help you - a writer or a nonwriter. So what do I do in Wisconsin? I don't know. I just slug through it.
I don't mean it to sound egomaniacal, but in a way, for me, it was very useful to imagine that I was the only one who was taking pen in hand. I'd always been told that it was impossible to be published, so I was writing only for myself.
A lot of the people of the Midwest came from the Northeast. We're of the same stock. Yet something must have happened when we crossed the Ohio River Valley because I have sensed that there's more of an openness and flexibility of spirit out West.
I spent my entire youth being in love with gay men because they were the most interesting and compassionate people I knew.
I needed my own territory, and I didn't know how I was going to get it. And so I took my frustrations and plugged them into someone entirely different from me. I wanted to see if I could slip into someone else's skin.
'Never change' is the thing that probably high school students have written in each other's yearbooks for time immemorial. They think that command is possible!
In the larger world, tribalism is an enormous problem, as it ever has been: both strength and idiocy borne from belonging.
...you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help... And then finally, the way through grief is grieving.Collection: Pain
There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that rain might someday fall. I thought then about the seasons changing, and in the gray of night I could almost will myself to see the azure sky, the gold of the maple leaves, the crimson of the ripe apples, the hoarfrost on the grass.Collection: Rain
It is books that are a key to the wide world; if you can't do anything else, read all that you can.Collection: Education
From early on I valued the gift of memory above all others. I understood that as we grow older we carry a whole nation around inside of us, places and ways that have disappeared, believing that they are ours, that we alone hold the torch for our past, that we are as impenetrable as stone.Collection: Memories
Is it love that connects us, is that what it is? I never knew that the feeling I have is regular old love because it's so-intricate. Perhaps there is another name for it, one we don't yet know. I used to think that love was simple and noticeable, like rain falling, so that just as you'd look at your skin and say Water, you would also wake in the morning and say Love. But it has been underneath, this new and old thing I feel, subterranean, silent and steady, like blood, rushing along and along without often making itself known.Collection: Morning
We're only passers-by, and all you can do is love what you have in your life. A person has to fight the meanness that sometimes comes with you when you're born, sometimes grows if you aren't in lucky surroundings. It's our challenge to fend it off, leave it behind us choking and gasping for breath in the mud. It's our task to seek out something with truth for us, no matter if there is a hundred-mile obstacle course in the way, or a ramshackle old farmhouse that binds and binds.Collection: Fighting
Ordinary life was laced with miracles, I knew that, had read enough poetry to understand that we are elevated with the knowing, and yet it was difficult to notice and be grateful when one was continually fatigued and irritated. I suppose that unquenchable sense of wonder is what separates us dolts from the saints and the poets.Collection: Grateful
She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page.Collection: Book
It was about forgiving. I understood that forgiveness itself was strong, durable—like strands of a web weaving around us, holding us.Collection: Strong
I feel like I don't have all the ingredients a person is supposed to have.Collection: Ingredients
Our mission in life is not to discover our fate as we go along, or even to procreate, but rather to fill up the endless gray void that is time.Collection: Time
It is a rule of nature that taking a day off on the farm sets a person back at least a week.Collection: Nature
Life on earth, filled with uncertainty and change, seemed far more difficult than what lay beyond the grave.Collection: Earth
My god has always been a laissez-faire deity, giving you the initial goods and sending you on to make your way.Collection: Giving
We all need people to tell us that we were the ones who had been deeply wronged.Collection: People
It's all a big old chain. There isn't one unconnected link.Collection: Links
I used to think if you fell from grace it was more likely than not the result of one stupendous error, or else an unfortunate accident. I hadn't learned that it can happen so gradually you don't lose your stomach or hurt yourself in the landing. You don't necessarily sense the motion. I've found it takes at least two and generally three things to alter the course of a life: You slip around the truth once, and then again, and one more time, and there you are, feeling, for a moment, that it was sudden, your arrival at the bottom of the heap.Collection: Hurt
I had forgotten what it was like, to be drawn to a person...I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move, so that all at once you know what the pull of gravity feels like. and you know that this is something strong and important, something that you need for life, this woman moving through the room.Collection: Strong
This was life, I supposed, running and running and running, and realizing along the way that the phantom was getting closer.Collection: Running
The magical descriptions of Italy and hilarious observations about love, travel, natives and foreigners in Love in Idleness are but a few of its many pleasures. Amanda Craig has created a hot shimmery climate in which a cast of old friends, quirky family members and naughty children who make love potions come to know themselves and their hearts. A delightful brew.Collection: Children
It was impossible not to admire him, not to want to do something to contain that kind of beauty- drink him, ingest him, sneak into his shirt and hide for the rest of one's natural life.Collection: Want
In the end maybe what marriage offered was the determination of one's burial site.Collection: Marriage